You’ve read this blog post before. I’ve written it at least two other times–if not three. See?
Here, here, and here.
If you were too lazy to click through, that’s ok. I don’t judge. I’m clearly the lazy one.
I joined Weight Watchers again. Round Four. After a tumultuous , volatile, stressful year that included a budget re-do, moving, and living somewhere with friends and entirely too many delicious dining options, I have managed to gain back all but 15 pounds of my original weight loss.
I feel like this is apropos:
So I’m doing it again. This time, with a friend on track in the same city. We’ll be partnering up on some things–lunch planning, dining out, getting more active–and going it alone with some other things. We have supportive people in our lives to egg us on, including significant others and friends. I know I’ll need it.
I rejoined the WW team yesterday on my lunch break, when I was cramming a tiny cupcake in my mouth at my desk in between appointments. Nothing like logging into Weight Watchers and having it say “Welcome Back, Kelly!” You should not be on a first name basis with Weight Watchers. You should also not eat cupcakes for lunch at your desk, which is probably why WW knows me so well.
We’re headed up to RI for a long weekend tonight. A friend’s wedding in Newport, some family time, and some eating/drinking out in Newport are on tap…what an excellent way to start Weight Watchers! Oh crap. Ok, so light beer and vodka clubs, got it; veggies more than meat and cheese, got it. If I were a good New Englander I’d just eat seafood, but I’m so picky. Perhaps lobster will present itself to me and I can eat that (super low in points!)…. but, like, not doused in butter or mayo (womp womp).
Thanks for sticking with me, kids. It’s going to be a lumpy ride.